Chapter 70. Prove It

Hermes POV

The elevator doors close behind me, and I grunt low, sharp, like I’ve just been punched in the stomach. My cock’s still throbbing, hard and angry, straining against the seam of my trousers.

“Fuck,” I mutter, shoving a hand in my pocket as I stride down the hall. Heads turn, people murmur their greetings, but I don’t hear a fucking word, all I feel is her, her perfume still clinging to me, her soft gasp when I pinned her, the way her cunt probably clenched under that skirt just from me brushing her nipple.

I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. That was unprofessional and reckless. I didn’t mean to lose control, but the second she opened her mouth in that elevator, all polite and nervous—”How was your trip, Mr. Grande?”—I wanted to ruin her.

I sink into my chair, slam a hand against the desk. My jaw aches from clenching too hard.

Maybe it’s because I fucked half my way through that damn business trip. Same hotel bed, but nameless bodies